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She was navigating her way back towards social normalcy, not that she thought it was going to happen any time soon, but she was slowly carving out a small niche, one that would fit nicely while keeping her sense honed.
But it was evident that a lot of work went into the BBQ, and Michonne didn't want to snub what was her group of people. They'd taken her in, helped her heal, accepted her. And even if this wasn't a lasting thing, it was a nice break.
"Been a while since any of us have relaxed." Well it had for her, but apparently they'd all been here longer, "Relatively speaking." She sipped on her own beer, intent on making it last, not only to savour it but to avoid impairing her senses. "It's a nice night." Which, by Michonne's standards was fairly good.